Trumpets

Chapter 2

   Not a dream! I repeat, this shit is not a dream!

   I woke up with hopes of me being back in my cardboard box back in NY, but I had no such luck.

   When I opened my eyes, I was in the same god damn bed. I realized this shit wasn't a dream, and panics more then I did yesterday. 'Why couldn't this have just been an elaborate dream?' I thought.

   After 10 minutes, a messed up room, and many bloodied fingers later, a calmed down. Mostly because I was and I was losing about of blood. One cut on my middle finger was about an inch deep and I could see my bone. 'God dammit! My favorite finger!' How I got it, I do not know. I was randomly swinging my fists, connecting with random things in a fit of rage, so it could be anything.

   'Or it's the bloody shelve case...' I thought, looking at said case.

   Along the edge of it was a streak of blood. I ran an non-injured finger over it, and felt it was relatively sharp.'Yup, that'll do it...'

   I rushed into the bathroom (pretty god damn nice) and turned on the sink to wash out my Boo-Boo. It stung like a mother fucker as soon as the hot water touched it. I cursed at the pain and added soap to the mix. A thorough washing later and I had myself a still bleeding, but at least clean, inch deep cut. I tore off the sleeve to my shirt and was about to wrap it over my finger when I realized it hasn't been washed in years, so lord knows what kind of bacteria is on it. I dropped the sleeve and went looking for anything to cover up my finger with. I rushed into the bed area and searched through a few drawers. I found panties.

   Fucking pink panties.

   If I wasn't gushing blood I would've face palmed....

   Though the extreme urge to not even lay a finger on them, I hesitantly grabbed a pair. I wrapped it around my finger and I finally relaxed.

   Until my door opened...

   A white pony head- actually, it was big enough for a horse- poked in. It had a horn and multi-colored flowing hair. 'Flowing hair. Nice touch.'

   The eyes- HER eyes. With that hair it's probably a girl- widened at the sight of the room. "Sup," I said.

   She looked at me, shock still showing, "What... What did you do!" She practically screamed. 'A very motherly scream,' I thought, as her voice had a very soothing motherly tone to it.

   "Human mating ritual," I answered.

   "I...But... Never mind... Come with me."

   I wasn't sure if I should, at first. But then I was all like 'what the hell?' and I followed her. I noticed she also ha a set of wings. Not only that, but she had royal attire on, and what looked like shoe- type things on her hooves. But why did she have a horn and wings? 'A pega-corn? Horned-Pegasus? Pegasused-unicorn? Horny unicorn? Alright, inappropriate!'

   We walked. I really wasn't paying attention as I was thinking of what she would be called. Somehow we ended up in her thrown room along with 2 guards.

   "Sit," she demanded as she floated a chair to me. 'God damn magic. Thats something I'm gonna have to get used to...'

   "'ight," a sat down. It was a pretty damn comfy chair. She, somehow, sat on her throne.

   "I brought you here to ask you some questions," she said. Magically, a price of paper and a quill appeared in front of her.

   "As you wish. I do have a few questions of my own."

   "Yes. Tell me, what is your species name?"

   "Easy. Humans. Or Homo Sapiens. It's the same."

   She wrote it down. "Were are you from?"

   "'Merica."

   "It that the name of a land?"

   "Well, it's a country."

   She wrote THAT down. "Tell me in more detail about were you are from."

   I sighed. "Galaxy- Milky Way. Planet: Earth. Country: America. State: New York. City: New York City."

   She wrote all the down. "Ok so-"

   I cut her off when I realized something. "Where's Rusty!"

   "Who?"

   I stood up, and I immediately felt metal by my neck. I guessed it was the guards. "My Trumpet! We're is it!"

   "Please sit down."

   "No! I will not fucking sit down until I get Rusty!"

   "Just calm down or I will be forced to have my guards make you."

   I looked to the guard, who were, indeed, holding weapons to my neck. 'Spears? Really? Why not a fucking sword?' Other then all the armor, they didn't seem so tough. Plus, I was bigger then them. Hey stood up to the top of my stomach at most. I knew if I could get my neck out of its vulnerable position is beat the shit out of them.

   Hey? What did you suspect? I spent a year in a NY Ghetto orphanage and spent 2 years on the streets of the ghetto. You bet your ass I know how to fight.

   "You really think these guards can detain me?" I replied to her.

   I swear I saw a slight grin on her face. "No, I don't think you can."

   I know this game. She wants me to fight them. I knew better as it will show as a weakness. Plus, if I'm correct, she is the princess or some shit. I REALLY don't want her to know ANY weakness. So, instead of fighting them, I smiled back to her. "I am not one to start fights."

   She seemed a bit down at that. 'Knew it.'

   One guard, though, seemed eager to fight as her tripped me to the ground. "I started the fight," he said. I looked up at him from the floor and saw his grin. I matched it.

   "Indeed you did," I said as I grabbed his arm- erm, fore-leg. I easily picked him up. 'God damn, he's light!' In one swift move, I smashed him to the ground and pinned him down. He squirmed a bit, trying to get out. I noticed he was a Pegasus when he started to flutter his wings. "Pathetic," I said to him as I got off him. He got up and had enough common sense not to try to fight more. "You both saw it!" I looked to the princess and the other guard. "He started it!"

   The princess showed a faint expression of shock. Probably on how easily I took out her guard. "How did you take down my guard so easily?"

   "I dunno. Maybe you should train your guards more. I did that with a fucked up finger." I lifted up my panty- covered middle finger.

   He horn glowed and my finger felt a shit ton better then it had not 5 seconds ago. I unwrapped it and saw the flesh-wound gone. "How the fuck?"

   "It was simple healing magic. What? Do you not have magic were you are from?"

   "Fuck no! The only magic is not getting you ass penetrated by a 50 year old hobo who hasn't washed his cock in how long when you sleep alone on a park bench."

   She blinked. "You're going to have to teach me those phrases." my stomach made the rumblies. "but I think you should get some food.

   A-mother fucking-men.

   She ordered her guards to take me to the dining area and I started out until I was stopped by her voice. "Oh, here's that instrument and whatever was around it. I find no danger in you having either one." She teleported the 2 in front of me and I quickly snatched it. I was about to saw thanks but the door to the room close on me.

   'Well, Rusty's back. Now it's time I empty out this entire places food supply.'